Monday, September 2nd... first day of school.

Kill me now.

It has been a week since Luke left and I miss him already.

I stood at the beginning of the school hallway and stared at the scene in front of me. It was the norm, girls gossiping about whoever dumped who, some trying to grab the school players' attention, some talking about how crazy their summer break had been, thinking anyone gives a crap, some making sure their makeup is on fleek in case any of the hormonal boys were nearby, and some of the school's football team players yelling and laughing at god knows what. And then you have the decent girls and boys who are just doing... I don't even know, normal human stuff, I guess?

You see, our school wasn't that much like most of the schools I've read about and seen in movies, y'know, the cliché type with the mean girls, nerds, sexy football players, squeaky cheerleaders, and the bullied 'nobodies'. Rosewood High wasn't really like that. Everyone was just... there.

The football players were just normal random boys here, but of course, there were about four extremely attractive ones that anyone would fall for, and I guess they were 'popular' or whatever you call people with a huge social circle like theirs, but there were many other boys who weren't in the football team and still had girls drooling over them and were liked by everyone.

The cheerleaders were actually pretty chill girls, but you'd definitely find at least three cheerleaders who thought they were better than any other girl because of their athletic bodies and the attention they were getting from most of the boys.

Oh, and about the 'nerds', we don't have those, of course, you'd find extremely intelligent students in our school, but that's actually a major turn-on for some people, and they have friends and normal lives and everything.

Now onto the "mean girls", yeah we don't have those either, we just have Tracey Mcskanksin and her two 'minions' who have clearly watched too many Gossip Girl episodes and rewatched Mean Girls about a thousand times and so they try to act like them. They just end up looking like a bunch of desperate-for-attention idiots who don't even know how to insult someone.

I made my way to my locker and was halfway through opening it when it all happened too fast.

I saw a flash of blue streaks heading towards me in the corner of my eye and before I knew it, I was tackled to the ground with a crazy ADHD-diagnosed extra hyper idiot on top of me.

"LIVI-POO!" Huda pinched my cheeks right before giving me a light slap on the cheek, "I missed you," she pouted, her body still over mine.

"Huds I've been staying at your house for the past week... I literally saw you five minutes ago before you went to go beat Tyler Decker's ass for dropping the leftover piece of your tuna sandwich." I choked out, still having difficulty breathing with this thing on me.

"Shut up, please let me have this moment."

I shook my head at her, "Please get off of me, I haven't been avoiding cigarettes and drugs all my life just to get my lungs crushed in less than a minute by an idiot like you.".

Huda laughed at that and then stood up, helping me up right after. She was about to say something when she was cut off by a shove in her shoulder by the one and only Tracey McSkanksin and two her bitc- errr... female dogs standing beside her.

"Well if it isn't prude and pruder." Tracey said with a disgusting smirk making its way on her fake neon-red lips.

Pruder? English has left the chat.

Huda covered her nose after making a disgusted face "OMG how I've missed that pretty face of yours! I mean we should be thanking it for consuming most of the plastic in this town instead of leaving it to kill half the population of the fish in the sea." Huda gave Tracey her biggest fake smile, her hand still covering her nostrils before adding, "Speaking of fish... Jesus Christ woman, I know you gotta spray all that perfume to cover up your vagina's smell, but your looks already make someone suffocate... no need to add a strong ass smell too." Huda said fake coughing.

"Fuck you," Tracey hissed.

"Oh sorry I don't roll that way babe, but trust me, I think your disgusting appearance would make any lesbian girl have second thoughts about her sexuality."

"Shut up, bitch" Tracey said through gritted teeth.

"Bro, could your comebacks get any weaker? I mean seriously, I think you should start thinking of better ones in your free time, y'know, when your not too busy getting your holes filled- Oh crap... that's never." Huda fake gasped.

Amy, one of Tracey's 'female dogs' gasped, "You did not just stay that you slut."

Oh, so we're slut-shaming now? Cool. Such a lovely generation.

"Shit if I'm a slut then I don't know what they call hoes like you these days."

Bad Huda. You're supposed to respond to slut-shaming with a kick in the boobs... not calling namesss. ugh.

"Huda, ignore her," I said, it's too early In the morning and I don't have the energy to punch Tracey again...

Yes, again. But that's another story-, I also really don't feel like getting makeup all over my fist again too, last time it took me hours to remove it with soap.

"Yeah Huda, listen to the cow," Tracey said, is she serious? I mean come on, this girl needs to take a few roasting classes from master Luke Davis.

"Oh, that's fucking it." Huda stepped forward and raised her hand.

I held her back before she could cause any damage to Tracey's pretty little plastic face and started dragging her to our first period.

"Let me go, Olivia lemme show this bitch how it feels like to have a foot so far up her ass that she starts coughing up her own intestines." She yelled as I continued to drag her away from Tracey. That little threat of hers attracted the attention of 80% of the students around us if not more. I don't think they give a crap, though.

They must be thinking: 'Oh there's that one hyper white girl with the blue streaked hair yelling out profanities to the school's biatch while her blonde depressed friend drags her away! Pfft, nothing out of the ordinary here! But we're still going to watch because we love this girl and we need her energy right now!"

I heard a few people chuckle from around us which proved me right. Huda was known for her hyperactive personality, blurting out the weirdest crap to everyone out of nowhere just because it was on her mind and she wasn't able to keep it in, or doing everyone a favor by distracting the teachers by asking them the weirdest questions which leads to a whole-ass conversation or argument that takes up thirty minutes of the class while the rest of the students silently party behind the teachers back- or her loud laugh that makes the entire school shake and causes almost every student to laugh their butt off at the sound of the seagull-like sound. Some kids think she's annoying while others are extremely chill with her and like her since she's an extremely friendly and social person.

Me on the other hand... half of the school thinks I'm depressed just because I hate interacting with anyone except Huds and I'm always wearing some baggy hoodie or something that screams "don't talk to me. I hate your guts even though I don't know you". But truth is, I'm not depressed at all, I'm actually a really cheery person but prefer to show that side of me with a person I feel comfortable with.

"Chill Huds, you gotta save that energy for the next hour of sitting behind a desk in Ms. Lockwood's class,"

"Oh my dear Livi-poo, haven't you learned? My energy never runs out, in fact, I'll give you ten laps around the entire school and still be able to spend the rest of the day twerking in Ms. Lockwood's face to annoy the shit out of her," Yep, that's where the H in ADHD comes from.

I just shook my head and smiled.

"So, have you found any apartments yet?" Huda asked after I let her go.

"Yes, and I got accepted by the owner of a good one too. I'm supposed to be checking it out next week, it's a great deal. I mean, it's perfect and it's not that far away from your house and the school, so we can hang out whenever we want to, and there's no need to worry about my roommate being an ax murderer since her description says she's a senior in Rosewood High named Bella, though it is weird that I haven't heard of her before."

"Hmm, uh yeah."

"Huds?"

"Hmm?"

"You didn't hear a word, did you?"

"That's not true," Huda frowned.

"Really?" I asked her, raising my eyebrows.

"Yeah,"

"Then what did I just say?"

"That princess Belle is an ax murderer." She thought about what she just said for a moment then quickly said "Wait what the frick Liv? What kind of Disney movie rip-offs did your aunt make you watch?"

"Oh my god Huda, did you take your meds today, or are you still not over the theory about how methylphenidate can blow both your uterus and brains out and make them come out of your mouth and nostrils?" I asked.

"First of all, its anus and nostrils. Second of all, no; the little drops of hell make me depressed as fudge and scarier than you when someone takes your chocolate eggs away from you," she informed me while we were still making our way to class. How they managed to fit such a big school into this small ass town? I have no idea.

"Hey, I'm not that scary!" I defended myself.

"Bah. Please, when it comes to your Cadbury sugar-coated mini eggs.... you're so scary you make Freddy Krueger have nightmares." Huda scoffed like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I turned my head to the left and shot her a nasty glare. I mean she wasn't a hundred percent wrong... I'd literally kill for my chocolate eggs, but she didn't have to state it in that way.

"Shut up, it's not-"

I was cut off when I felt my face bump into a hard chest, making me stumble and almost fall on my butt before strong arms caught me.

Holy moly I didn't think Huda's Chloe Ting at home workouts made her arms this muscular. I looked up about to apologize to whoever I bumped into when I was met with familiar breathtaking hazel green eyes.

"Easy there Chicka."

I blinked and then looked again, in front of me stood one of Luke's close friends, Blake Evans, the school team's new Quarterback and last year's running back. He was one of those four that I've mentioned, and probably the most attractive one out of them, with the softest looking messy brown hair and deep green eyes and the perfec- you know what, let's just cut this short.. your typical perfect Wattpad boy...

Oh my god did that save me from doing a lot of describing.

I remember him hanging out with Luke and Luke's other two best friends Fred and Justin all the time in our house, he's a year younger than the rest of them but for some reason, he was the closest to Luke. The dude is a fucking sex god but is also an annoying douche who would never pass an opportunity to mess with me or tease me, so that kind of cancels out the other part. I really wondered why Luke had such a strong bond with him.

To his right was Cole Anderson, the team's new running back, the biggest 'prankster', the definition of gorgeous, and the idiot of the gang (most people believe he's really just a hot dumb blond but the dude just loves saying dumb statements that make him sound like he's on crack) with ocean blue eyes and blond hair a couple of shades lighter than mine covering his eyebrows, so about the same length as Blake's. Though Blake's hair was usually pushed back from the number of times he ran his hand through it with a few locks dropping to his forehead, it looked like he didn't really make that much of an effort but it still managed to be the perfect type of messy hair while Cole just looked like he just rolled out of bed and managed to look sexy by luck.

So basically... your typical hot Wattpad boy pt.2

Cole was a Junior like me, which made him the youngest out of the crew.

Next to Cole was Jordan Williams, the charming one in the group with the smoothest looking ebony skin, perfect hazel eyes, and a smile that would make any straight girl unleash Niagara Falls into her panties. I remember Huds having a huge crush on him in freshman year until Kayla Adams claimed him as 'hers'.

On Blake's left was Peter Black, the brains of the group with dark- almost black hair that was curtain styled neatly, big brown eyes, and like the other boys, a jawline so sharp that your mom could probably use it to cut the vegetables.

RIP my ovaries.

After a few seconds of looking at them, I became aware of the position I was in; Blake had his arm wrapped around my waist, and the boys had stopped walking.

Now, I know that you're probably thinking: 'omg, this is the most cliché thing ever', but trust me it wasn't, because the minute Blake and the rest of the boys' eyes landed on me, Blake's gorgeous eyes widened and he... dropped me, and I fell right onto the floor, my head hitting the concrete, Cole screamed a high pitch scream that made me think it was Huda's for a second, and I think I heard one of the boys say "Holy shit".

All four boys quickly stood around me, crouched down, and looked at me from above since I was directly under them, my head was still on the floor and their faces were right above mine, studying me.

"Yo, would you look at that, Luke has a fucking daughter!" Cole whisper yelled to the boys.

Jordan hit the back of his head while Peter and Blake looked at him and both muttered "Fucking idiot," at the same time.

"You guys know Luke?" I asked them, confused. I knew Blake used to hang out with him, but I never saw Luke hanging out with the rest of them.

"Yeah, of course, he was last year's Quarterback, the dude is a fucking king. How do you know him?" Jordan asked.

"Bro I told you he had a daughter," Cole said. Jordan hit him in the back of his head again, "Ow! Motherfuc-stop fucking doing that," Cole groaned, rubbing his head.

"Stop being an idiot, you dimwit," Jordan replied.

"Jordan! Now is not the time to rhyme! We just found Luke's long lost daughter, I told you guys he'd be the first to knock a girl u- OWW! Honestly, fuck you Jordan." Cole grunted before taking a few steps away from Jordan so he wouldn't be able to hit him anymore.

"Ever heard of a term called 'sibling'? Or are you that dumb? The dude is fucking nineteen. How the hell could he possibly have a daughter in high school, hmm?" Jordan asked Cole.

"Adoption?" Cole answered, smiling. This time both Peter and Jordan hit the back of his head at the same time.

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE WILL YOU STOP FUCKING-" he was cut off by another hit in the head. This time he just groaned and shut up.

"I see you're still as clumsy as the last time I saw you, Muffin, you know you should really watch where you're going next time, wouldn't want anything happening to Luke's baby sister now, would we?" Blake grinned. Flashbacks immediately stormed my brain when I heard him say that certain stupid nickname and I felt like punching him all of a sudden.

He held his hand out for me to grab, I stared at it for a moment, "Oh come on Livi, I promise I won't drop you." Blake smirked and rolled his eyes, I took his hand and he helped me up. For some sad reason, his hand left me feeling all tingly and weird where it had touched mine.

"Wait so she really is his sister?" Cole asked.

I just stood there dumbfounded, still trying to comprehend what was going on.

"Yep, she is," Huda answered for me, probably realizing that I wasn't planning on answering soon.

"Heyy, you're that girl who threatened to shove her foot up that Stacey girl's ass!" Cole exclaimed, pointing his index finger at Huda.

"Yes," Huda answered, giving him her famous wide smile that made the corners of her eyes wrinkle.

Then he looked back at me and said "Wait a second, and you were the blonde who punched her in the face last year that everyone was talking about?" he asked me.

I nodded.

"Dude that was HILARIOUS, please keep it up, you guys are entertaining us over here. Though make sure to do it while I'm there please, I missed it last time." Cole frowned.

Did he just call me "dude"?

Jordan elbowed him in the ribs the same second the bell rang. Oh right, we were in school... ugh.

"Well, it was nice meeting you Luke's sister..." Cole said.

"Olivia" I answered, finally snapping out of my trance. Cole smiled at that while Blake just smirked, Jordan was too busy looking for something and Peter was wearing his usual blank expression.

"And...?" he asked, looking at Huda.

"Huda" she answered, still smiling widely. I feel bad for her, doesn't her face hurt from flashing the same smile to every single student that she walks past in this school?

"Oooh..." Cole said, before saying a sentence in a foreign language... I think it was Arabic.

"Am I supposed to know what that means?" Huda asked, looking confused.

"Your name? Arabic? I swear I thought I heard people say the sentence I just said in Dubai all the time."

"Ohhh, no I don't speak Arabic. I mean, my grandma from my mom's side was born in Lebanon which makes my mom half Lebanese. She named me after her best friend who passed away a year before I was born, but she barely speaks Arabic and I've never actually been to Lebanon, though it looks dope based on the pictures, it's beautiful and I'd love to go there in the- oh shit, now I'm rambling, shut up Huda, sorry, I'm just gonna go, see you in second period Livi-poo!" she said walking away. This always happens to her, she'd just get too excited and would start rambling to a stranger.

Wait, where the hell is she going? We have the first period with Ms. Lockwood together and it's two steps away from here. That dumbass, she was probably too busy thinking about how silly she is to realize where she's going.

"Huds wait up!" I yelled, but I don't think she heard me. So I took one last glance at the boys, smiled at them like a creep, and ran to catch up with Huda.

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